I am just winging this whole thing
because it is 11:30 pm
and the night holds more than just the stars
I sit here and pretend like I don't know were it all leads
as my fingers stumble to find the right letters
to forum the right words
into the right sentence
that will make you feel the night as I do
I feel as if it cradles me
whether I am warped in blankets staring at walls
trying to close my eyes and dream of something world waking up to
or if I am up in the mist of what feel like forever
trying to communicate with people who have no idea
who
I
am
what more are we
than just skin and bones
the only difference is our minds
our minds are the ones that want food
that want love
hate
attention
they decorate
this thing that our minds decided on calling a body
and my mind
is up at past 11 pm
just to move some fingers
and hit some keys
because this is what the thing we call night
makes my mind want to do
it makes it want to sore
because our minds make up stories about amazing people waking up doing amazing things
and our minds make up stories about all the monsters coming out at night
and maybe my mind is convinced
that the monster people tell stories about
is me